That night, Luo Yan sat beneath a dead tree.
Instead of absorbing qi, he listened.
To causality.
To existence.
To the rhythm beneath reality itself.
A spark ignited.
Not energy—
But authority.
The tree trembled.
And bloomed.
That night, Luo Yan sat beneath a dead tree.
Instead of absorbing qi, he listened.
To causality.
To existence.
To the rhythm beneath reality itself.
A spark ignited.
Not energy—
But authority.
The tree trembled.
And bloomed.